I took Jackson for his first haircut today. Jackson has had these adorable blond curls for a while now that stay cute and curly for about 5 minutes. After that, his hair goes all wild and crazy like, making him look like a cross between Benjamin Franklin and Doc from Back to the Future.
I had made an appointment at a kids salon nearby that was recommended by friends, but I really didn't know what to expect. As soon as we put him in the chair (plain with buckles - the fun airplane and race car chairs didn't have buckles, which I thought were necessary) the tears started flowing. Big fat ones down his cheeks.
We tried a few diversion tactics. Dora on DVD? No. Cars and trains? Nope. Cheddar bunny snack? No, thank you.
I think the main problem wasn't the place or the haircut. He seemed to not like the stylist interfering with his personal space. He just needed a little more time. The good news is that he didn't make any jerky movements, so the end result was an adorable haircut that confirms my baby is now a little boy.
And while we waited for our commemorative photo (comes with the 1st Haircut package), Jackson played a little telephone ("Heyoh?") and relaxed a bit.
All in all, it was a fun experience. And yes, they saved some of curls for me to add to the memory book.
